Before the Thriller rehearsal tonight, Shan and I went to Wendy’s for dinner (we are classy but poor). As we were finishing up, I noticed a woman in the parking lot carrying a huge painting – it was enormous; probably 5 feet by 6 feet. Just then, a mini van taxi pulled into the lot beside the woman and her painting. The cab driver got out, and they spoke. The woman then put the painting into the back of the cab.

I pointed this out to Shan, and said (in my best imitation of what I assume a rich person sounds like) “Ooh, look at me! I’m a fancy lady, I buy taxi rides for my ART!”. We had a chuckle at my witty observation, and prepared to leave the restaurant.

Back at our scooters, I saw the cab pull out of the parking lot with the art in the back seat. I assumed the woman had walked around the cab and was in the passenger seat, but no – the cab pulled away, and she darted across the street and climbed into a silver car and drove away on her own.

The cab WAS just for the art.

Rich people are hilarious!